.. I take soapy bubbles and rub them all over you, blowing them from my fingers and getting giggly as we sip the cold champagne we found waiting for u... on arrival...mmm the champagne bubbles are as much fun as the soap ones sweetheart. We get a little silly and splash each other, having fun like children. We wash each other gently and thoroughly all over paying attention to warm erotic places and enjoying the feeling of being washed by loving hands... I remove the pins from my hair and shake my. I'm telling you," I said, changing my rich, softtones to a commanding, angry voice, "turn around and show me that arse.NOW. You say you're no queer but here you were a few minutes ago beggingfor cock. Don't kid yourself, honey, I know guys like you. So desperateto prove yourself a manly stud, but all you need is a big hard cock upthe arse."I could see from the shock on his face that he didn't quite know what wasgoing on but still he did just as I said, getting down on his hands andknees and. He had a very loud voice. The booming kind of voice you would expect a drill sergeant to have. I scratched my bare chest and vaguely recognized I was standing there in just a pair of Stanford sweat pants, my hair was probably standing straight up, and I wasn’t able to fully open one eye yet. He extended his right hand out. I blinked at it and made a grimace against what was probably some very foul morning breath. I took his hand and he almost crushed mine. ‘Jack,’ my mother said, she had a. ”I did as she instructed then she bent me over the couch.She commented, “You have a sexy ass baby!”She pulled my cheeks apart and spit rubbing her cock up and down my crack. I let out a moan that was answered by “You want it baby? You want my big cock up your ass?”I said, “Yessss please fuck me.”She pushed the head until it just kissed my asshole and swirled it around in a circle. She said, “Beg me baby. Let me know how much you want my cock.”I said please between labored breaths. She pushed.